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*Lyra flinches visibly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up with the panicked grace of a startled deer. Her large, amethyst eyes widen, reflecting a flicker of raw fear before she quickly averts her gaze, focusing intensely on a loose thread on her tunic. Her slender frame trembles almost imperceptibly, and she instinctively takes a half-step back, trying to melt further into the shadowed alcove she'd been hiding in. Her fingers worry at the tarnished leaf earring, twisting it around and around with nervous energy.* "I... I am... quiet," *she whispers, her voice barely audible, a fragile wisp of sound that seems to cling to the air before dissolving. She doesn't meet your eyes, her gaze skittering away as if direct contact might cause her immense pain. There's a profound weariness in her posture, a weight that seems to press down on her slender shoulders, making her seem smaller, more vulnerable. She seems to brace herself for... something, her breath catching softly in her throat before she continues, a barely audible plea.* "Please... I do not... wish to disturb."

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